The Hero Who Became a Monster Girl Will Never Fall to Evil Vol 2. Chapter 120: Song of the Hydra – 9

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Youze suddenly began doubting herself. Even with two people within one body, she still couldn’t beat a bare-handed sli girl. They always said two fists couldn’t beat four hands, yet sohow they, who had four hands, still lost to one person, and not only that, they even had their faces beaten blue and swollen.

No.

Why am I playing fist-fighting gas with a lump of sli? I’m not even an athlete!

Only now did Youze suddenly realize that ever since Vieya arrived, she had been led around by the nose in the battle.

Vieya saw that the two in front of her were pushed back temporarily. She also took a slight step back and looked calmly at the red-haired junior sister standing on the ground below, who was still staring at her in dumb shock.

She hadn’t spoken a single word, yet Yuelong below instantly understood the aning in her gaze: Take my daughter sowhere safe.

Yuelong understood, nodded slightly, and ran toward the entrance.

“You still dare get distracted while fighting ?!”

A surge of black magic shockwave suddenly crashed toward the distracted sli girl. Even though Vieya reacted in ti, she was still shaken back several steps.

But as soon as she retreated those few steps, that black magic force instantly closed in again and slamd toward Vieya.

Boom!

The explosion of energy waves that burst out from their collision instantly shook {N•o•v•e•l•i•g•h•t} the fruit shop into a cloud of dust; the load-bearing walls began cracking and collapsing.

The shopkeeper, huddled in a corner clutching ruined fruit, scread in terror.

Rumble—!

Yuelong rushed out in the very last instant before the fruit shop collapsed, joining the disheveled group waiting outside.

Rain poured endlessly from the sky. At this mont, every street in Talin City was filled with humanoid monsters. One mont a knight was fighting monsters, the next mont his body would mutate and he would beco a monster attacking his teammates. Yuelong’s heart jolted—these humanoid monsters were all transford humans.

The chaos in the city ant not many people noticed the battle happening near Vieya.

And to prevent other buildings from being flattened like the fruit shop, Vieya intentionally drew the battlefield upward into the sky.

The tenth Authority, the Rooster’s Power, gave her the ability to fly.

“Black Holy Sword master, we actually know you’re dissatisfied with the internal affairs of humans. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have shrunk yourself into a little border town.”

“For more than three whole years you haven’t stepped outside the city once. Born as the sword master, yet you abandon holding the sword and instead pick up pots and pans in the kitchen.”

“No matter how outstanding your swordsmanship once was, after stirring so many cooking spoons for so many years, even a hand born for killing and plundering would grow dull, right?”

Faced with Youze’s questions, Vieya’s expression did not change—in fact, her expression had long since beco utterly cold, incapable of being shaken by Youze’s words.

“What does any of that have to do with you?”

Vieya imagined the tentacles behind her as her own tail, trying to imitate the squirrels that leapt flexibly between branches, using their tails to maintain balance.

The sli girl wasn’t good at aerial combat—but Vieya was.

Even though she had not fought for many years, the combat experience of her Hero days had rged completely into her instincts. As long as she slled blood, everything in her mory would co alive again—smoke, war, death, and all she had once loved and hated.

Vieya closed her eyes. Against monsters, she used the Holy Sword. Against humans, she would use the thods of monsters.

She floated in the sky, like floating in an ocean, in a back-stroke posture. The glowing blue tentacles unfurled behind her like a blooming flower bud, or like a blue-haloed jellyfish, countless tendrils drifting below her.

Then, the tips of the tentacles erupted with light far brighter than before. Pale blue beams shot out, splitting the black magic mass of Youze’s fused form into two.

The two Youzes were forced apart, dodging the dense slicing beams raining down from the sky.

Falling into disadvantage again, Youze grew irritated. She couldn’t beat that sli in hand-to-hand combat, and now even in a magic contest she couldn’t gain the upper hand.

What a monster... No wonder the previous sword master’s leader chose to remain hidden while still alive.

Suddenly, Youze laughed.

But it was no longer the calm smile from before—it was a vicious, crazed, hysterical laugh.

Her two bodies abruptly changed direction, flying straight toward Jasmine, who was retreating with Yuelong.

Her intention was clear: if she couldn’t win head-on, she would attack from her enemy’s weak point.

“Once I take your daughter hostage, I don’t believe you’ll still dare act arrogant!”

“Don’t you dare!”

The scattered beams suddenly converged and blasted toward Youze’s body.

Boom!

The beam pierced Youze’s body and blasted a large crater into the ground.

Youze’s aura vanished, but Vieya’s entire body tensed. It looked like she had won in one hit, but her battle instincts scread—beware!

“Heh, you’re impressive. But don’t forget—I ca here because of you!”

Youze’s voice suddenly appeared behind Vieya, cold and calm. “As an actor, the mont you step onto the stage, my victory is set. I never intended for a low-grade monster girl like you to understand my intentions anyway!”

Vieya ignored her words completely, her gaze unchanged.

The mont she sensed Youze behind her, the pale blue tentacles ford from her sli imdiately turned, aiming behind her, firing a fierce barrage.

However, the previously invincible beams, able to slice everything, dissolved the instant they reached Youze.

Vieya froze.

To neutralize an Authority-manifested attack, only a higher Authority could do so.

“Still don’t understand? Even though you sent soone to the lake center to stop the creature beneath the lake from awakening, that was just like the explosion at the Arbitration Institute I used to draw attention—that was only a distraction!”

The smile on Youze’s face contained ruthlessness, mixed with triumphant madness:

“All of this was nothing but a ritual I prepared to break through the Ninth Rank’s shackles. I spent five full years for this mont.”

Pitch-black magic surged from Youze, quickly spreading to cover all the sky above Talin City.

“The mont has co. Now, please witness the birth of the first god in hundreds of years!”

The black magic blanketed the sky, spreading to the endless horizon. Faces began to slowly erge within the clouds—countless of them. So were twisted in fury, so showed joy, so wept in agony, so trembled in fear—but most were numb and expressionless.

“L-look! What’s that in the sky? So many...”

“T-that... that’s Xiaobao’s face! H-how is his face up there?!”

“No no no—why is my face in the sky too?!”

An adventurer fighting monsters suddenly clutched his head in agony. He recalled the horror of being mutilated by goblins in the dungeon three years ago—his limbs severed, his body roasted over a fire.

He scread in terror—then his entire body shriveled and collapsed into a puddle of fly-infested pus.

“That’s impossible! I can’t have died three years ago! I—”

Another adventurer, seeing his companion die inexplicably, also recalled his dungeon mories—and imdiately shriveled and dissolved into pus.

A fear even more terrifying than the monster attack swept through the city. People watched their dead loved ones die all over again. So suddenly rembered the dungeon mories mid-conversation and died; so embraced their lovers and suddenly recalled—and dissolved into pus right in their arms.

With just one glance, Vieya saw the forr flower city transform into a human purgatory. Suspicion and distrust filled everyone.

“In a world where the weak are at for the strong—I will be the final victor!”

Youze spread her arms in the sky, as if embracing sothing unseen. She solemnly proclaid to the trembling beings on the ground:

“A new era will be opened by my own hands!”